I bastardized an historical fiction today. I adulterated the ism, the -isy, the science of retelling. Yeah, I added invented dialogue to assumed events. Events I was convinced of, Events that are unlikely, Events that have been censored. But I couldn’t resist – the book was so dull, and the evidence is so scarce, and…
Tag: fiction
Hello Friend
Playing my old guitar , Old days like dead stars, falling apart Memories hold me back, they’re trying to Steal my dreams away I’ve never seen such a lonely heart, making my six string Rot and stale. A broken guitar Broken from inside and outside I can hear the screams of pain that has…
The Crack Container
The yellow Volkswagen by the blue green sea has someone in the back— they’re fast asleep, dreaming of the Japanese order of things. The sea has a dark green ring where the horizon starts like the outer edge of the eyes and after the horizon, when it’s dark, like the pupil at the centre of…